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Ashs Autoesday Car Show 240904
In the quaint setting of Rosie's Diner, a nostalgic spot that harks back to the days of swing and vibrant diner culture, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and excitement as the local community and visitors gathered for Ash's inaugural Autoesday Car Show. The night was filled with a palpable warmth, both from the interactions among attendees—like the moment Juniper shared a small hug and greeting with Ash, and the discussions of adding a costume contest to future events—and from the diner's promise of specialty floats and tasty delights. As the event unfolded, the camaraderie extended beyond the diner's retro walls, with the participants showcasing their prized vehicles under the gaze of the waxing crescent moon, setting the stage for an evening where memories were made and the bonds of friendship were strengthened.
The climax of the evening arrived with the announcement of the competition's winner—Isaiah's Harley, affectionately named Cooper, clinching the title amidst a backdrop of explosive fireworks that painted the night sky with vibrant hues of red, gold, and blue. Ash, with a flair for the dramatic and a broad smile, orchestrated the fireworks, transforming the car show into a spectacle that captivated all who attended. Amidst applause and shared excitement, the sense of community was palpable, with people like Chara expressing gratitude for the gathering and looking forward to future events. As the fireworks display reached its breathtaking conclusion, Ash warmly invited everyone to partake in Rosie's culinary offerings, gently wrapping up an evening that was about far more than just cars—it was a celebration of togetherness, nostalgia, and the joy of communal gatherings, promising more such nights to come.
(Ash's Autoesday Car Show!)
[Tue Sep 3 2024]
In Rosie's Diner
Filled with nostalgia, this diner is a step into the past - to a time of swing and jive, and one would claim, simpler times. The walls are cream toned, letting the pink and turquoise neon striping along the ceiling give the space more vibrant coloring. Pieces of kitsch and memorabilia are posted here and there, providing character and retro style.
Behind the counter, cooks work the main line, allowing customers to watch as their meals are prepped. A soda fountain and a glass domed freezer is set away from the heat, where the soda jerk creates speciality floats, sundaes, malts and shakes.
Meanwhile, waitresses on roller skates gracefully take orders, their uniforms chock full of bling.
It is night, about 71F(21C) degrees, There is a waxing crescent moon.
Chelsea nods to Justin , "I can show you where they are if you want, but no pressure."
Brian waves at Ritsuka. "Have a good night!"
Juniper leans into the small hug around the waist given her by Ash and wrinkles her nose in a momentary reciprocal gesture of greeting. "Sorry we're late," she offers peaceably before she too follows Elias to this ungodly pink sofa. Nearing Isaiah, she passes him a slightly lingering look, her visage at least looking like herself tonight if not a little bit spicy. "Hi Tom, good to see you!" she enthuses in turn.
"Oh, I appreciate it," Justin hesitates to Chelsea. "But I've got a lot of looking around to do." He's then back out into the night.
Ash smirks at Elias, saying, "Yeah, this'll be every month! And I'll start adding a costume contest, too - but it'll start next next month, I think. I forgot that Halloween is coming up - 'Wear It Wednesdays', I think I called it." Spinning around to nod to Chara, they say, "The day *before* Halloween."
Ash claps. "Alright, can everyone come outside? It's time to vote!"
"Well JR, I only know like half of these people. So it seems it is a success." Elias notes to Isaiah, "You better give Ash all the snuggles tonight for a good job."
Tom lifts his attention from his phone, where it has momentarily slipped. Spotting Elias and Juniper and offering the pair of them a brief yet warm smile, before returning to a baseline demeanour of social anxiety and overwhelm.
Ash claps. "Alright, can everyone come outside? It's time to vote!"
Chelsea notices Novel walk in, flashing him a smile and wave.
Chara says "See ya later."
Ash blinks, asking, "Did something happen?"
Chara says to Ash "Just.. whats been going on recently mainly. Cant get a break."
Ash tilts their head at Chara, not understanding, but decides that they probably shouldn't get into it at this moment.
"Oh wait. We are voting on people's cars?" Elias asks Ash, slipping his arm around Juniper's waist as he looks around at the collection of motorcycles before asking, "Am I the only one that drives a car?"
Ash says "Competitors, it would help if you stood next to or on your ride, so we know whose is whose!"
Ash nods Elias. "Cars, vans, bikes, scooters, horses - all rides are welcome!"
"Well, I will opt out of the contest and just be a voter. I didn't wash my car so it is a little awkward. I didn't even know I was going to be taking part in a contest." Elias says rubbing the back of his neck a bit awkwardly, "So I wouldn't feel right if I won." He looks over to Juniper, "So, what vehicle do you think is best?"
Ash chuckles to Elias, saying, "You're not automatically entered, so if you don't want to compete, you're fine!"
Chara looks over to the Harely Isaiah is at "My vote is for the Harley." she says as she reaches into her messenger bag and pulls out a weed pen, taking a few puffs.
Juniper tilts her head, giving Elias a knowing look with a small curve to her lips. "Hmmm, it's quite the difficult question isn't it?" she teases, naturally. Scanning those lined up for the eyes of amateur and maybe professional eyes alike she finally has to concede, "But yours is the one that has taken care of my backside enough times that I could never vote over her. Unless mine was here, of course."
Tom stands with his arms folded, watching from the sidelines at some distance
Chuckling, Elias suggests to Juniper, "Well, I didn't enter my car, so we are just picking out those here. Besides my car. She has all the special features, my coffee never gets cold in that beast." He shifts his gaze to Tom, asking, "What about you Tom?"
"I could get behind that gunmetal bike," Isaiah says at first, glancing at it and squinting his eyes. "What is that, a Busa?" he wonders, then shifts towards Chara's ride. "The Scout is nice, but so far nothing fancy's been done to it- you should decorate that hoe, Chara! Get with the program," he says, bullying the woman playfully, then clicking his tongue against his teeth. "Voltaire is out, since you withdrew... I guess I'll toss my vote in for the Indian Scout, though Dean's is better," he claims, smirking with the light glint of too-sharp teeth between his lips.
Chara chuckles giving a nod to Isaiah as she puts her pen away "I have been planning on it. Just got it yesterday and been busy all over the place today."
"Hm?" Tom sounds surprised or at least ill prepared for being asked a question, he raises a brow to Elias and seems to belatedly realise the question. Glancing around at the various bikes, a small furrow on his brows. "Um.." He points at the Indian Scout and at the same time states, "I don't know. I'd vote for the Harley."
This SR would like to provide some Ambiance, and would like to know if the group at large would be okay with that.
Chara does not have a issue with the SR
Juniper holds back a little laugh for Tom but gives him an encouraging enough smile that is lazy and lopsided. "Worth a shot," she tells him with a small wink.
"Well, I am afraid I will have to get a good Harley on most occasions. So I am going to throw my vote towards that too." Elias says to Juniper, tucking a hand into his blazer pocket as he looks around out front of the establishment, letting his gaze touch upon each of the bikes being displayed.
Less a carshow, and more a Bike show - the gathered people here in the later hours of the evening within the small township of Haven have begun to attract a little bit of an audience. Some locals from the college campus straggle through with curious interest in the various bikes and art-pieces on display, while other more vague faces pass through the crowd, no doubt visitors down from Boston, or people travelling through who'd caught wind of some sense of attraction to pass the time. Slowly but surely, the late-night crowd outside of Rosie's Diner begins to fill out.
Ash asks loudly, over the growing audience, "Whose lovely black-and-gunmetal bike is this, and is it competing?"
Isaiah grins proudly and pats his Harley, proud of his little (massive) bike and caressing a hand over her seat. He waits for the final results to come in, but rather than fling a leg over the motorcycle to rev the engine or take off down the road, he approaches Ash and stands behind them, coiling his arms around their waist and hugging them from behind. The contact isn't obtrusive enough to stop what they are doing, unless they allow it to be. Otherwise it's a fairly chaste hug meant to grab the redhead a little bit of closeness and touch.
"Sorry, I ain't competing, but thanks for the compliment," Wren says, composing herself with a slight nod.
Ash nods to Wren with a grin. "Maybe next month, now that you know it's popular!"
At the mention of competition, some of the gathering crowd begins to murmur with a little more agitation and excitement. Ever the opportunist, some member of the crowd can be heard hawking a little bit of bets at the potential for racing? Thought there seems to be some confusion, as to whether this will be a thing or if the competition is merely for the voting is nicest or sexiest bike. Still, money is changing hands.
Ash grins at the crowd, no doubt their cheerfulness boosted by the warm arms around them, as they ask Juniper, "Since Elias' care isn't competing, you can vote, no? What about you, Wren? Did I miss your vote, or are you abstaining?"
Juniper purses her lips before making a 'tsch' sound with her tongue as she looks over the bikes on display, giving Isaiah an impish little grin. "I don't know..." she humms in lament.
"wait... If I entered my car, June wouldn't be able to vote? What kind of biased crap is that?" Elias states to Ash, but it is clear the dark haired man isn't actually upset with the androgyne, instead just amused by the prospect.
Ash chuckles, saying, "She said that she can't choose *over* your car - but if your ride isn't in the running, then she can choose whoever she wants, right?" They grin, countering with good humor.
"I did kind of already give myself away," Juniper retorts to Elias pragmatically with a palm up gestured shrug.
A little slender-looking fellow with a non-descript haircut is milling around the crowd, people occasionally slipping the man bills of various denominations.
Ash explains loudly to the crowd, "Rosie's Diner cannot condone any street races, sadly. Any races are unofficial and will happen right after we announce a winner. I do believe HSD may have taken the night off, but that's just a random observation. Enjoy yourselves, and feel free to eat some of the free samples in the Diner, if not some of our delicious burgers. Or try the new Southern Style banana shake, it's half off!"
Ash is now not responsible for any drag races that commence for the entertainment of anyone making bets.
Tom grows distracted by his phone, looking down at it and offering a small furrow of his brows and then an absentminded smile before sending off another text. He slips his phone away, looking around at the crowd and then focusing up at Ash again.
Chara raises a Rosies branded cup in the air as Ash mentions the shake
"That's four for Cooper!" Isaiah tells Ash, pointing at Juniper enthusiastically.
The advertisement of snacks and half-off shakes sees some of those hangers-about moving toward the resturant, while others mill about in hopes of being able to see a race or two after all, perhaps. Some locals banter in localized Spanish, while the final votes come in.
Juniper nods to Isaiah, consenting essentially without much fanfare and a small wink to the redhead.
"Hey! You guys gonna burn some rubber or what, ese?" A voice calls out from amongst the crowd, without really standing out. "We wanna see some action!"
Ash grins to the crowd, then stands up - albeit not too fast for Isaiah not to be able to accommodate this.
Ash shouts to the crowd, "Time's almost up! Last votes, last bets!"
"Should I get into a thong and get a checkered flag?" Elias muses to those gathered.
Ash makes their hand into a megaphone, shouting to the crowd while typing on their phone, not even looking down at it. "Alright, I wanna hear a countdown, people! Gimme a 5!"
A chorus of voices comes out of the crowd, "Five!"
Ash holds out an invisible mic to the audience, then brings it back to announce, "Theeen, gimme a 4!"
And with the MC in play, the crowd begins to buy into it, in hopes of some kind of climax! "Four!" Another pause and a beat of the heart, "Three!-"
Ash turns away from the crowd, climbing up the nearby pole and flipping up their phone for a big selfie. "Aaaaand, gimme a two, people!"
The crowd is really getting into it, now. "Two!" The various voices continue to blend into a raccaous kind of excitement. "One!" And the moment of truth will come, the crowd sensing it and beginning to quiet down, a hush falling over them in sudden anticipation.
Novel drifts over towards a brushed steel refrigerator, to lean against it and watch the race.
Novel... used the wrong string.
Novel has a battered and tall honda sportsbike in yellow-orange. He did not drive a fridge here. As funny as that would have been.
thinks that would've been a cool ride.
Tabitha rakes her teeth across her bottom lip as she watches everyone get ready to ride, and there is a sudden anxiousness in her. She shifts from foot to foot in those spiky heels.
Novel offers a smile as Chelsea comes over, raising an arm in clear offering of a hug, his own form and smile brimming with excitement for the race.
Chelsea walks over to Novel , arms outstretched as she embraces him in a hug.
The night air buzzes with the hum of engines and the chatter of car enthusiasts gathered in front of the retro diner. Neon lights flicker against the chrome of polished hoods, while the scent of grilled burgers, barbeque and fries lingers in the air. Ash holds onto their spot on the pole, their gaze sweeping over the crowd of leather jackets, vintage cars, and eager faces. Tonight isnt just about the carsits about making the night unforgettable. As Ash raises their hand, they take a deep breath, feeling the familiar tingle of anticipation in their fingertips. With a subtle flick of their wrist, the first firework shoots into the sky above the diner, a trail of sparks following its ascent.
The sound of engines idling in high state fills the air. The smell of exhaust and high-octane fuel blends with the aromas of food from the diner and the sheer anticipation of any number of things. Money to be won, and lost. The rush of the race, the thrill of the speed. The Schadenfruede of watching someone wreck into a bloody mess of a fireball ... all of it hangs on the air, not qwuite yet realized, waiting to coalece into reality.
Ash says "Our winner is... Jayarr and his Harley, Cooper! Congratulations!"
Chara looks around her eyes visibly agitated "Oh.. are we racing now? I thought that was the countdown to the end of voting."
Ash explains in a lowered voice to Chara, "It's not part of the event, no. But if people start racing, who am I to stop them?"
Ash announces admist the surprise fireworks, "Our winner is... Jayarr (JR) and his Harley, Cooper! Congratulations!"
Chara gives some applause to Isaiah "Congrats! It is a very nice bike. Have me second guessing a Indian.."
Without a sudden burst of engines and speed, there's a measure of disappointment but this wasn't a meet after all! The crowd does offer an enthusiastic cheer for the motorcycle that takes the cake, attention from the onlookers shifting more specificially toward someone and their bikk.e
Without a sudden burst of engines and speed, there's a measure of disappointment but this wasn't a meet after all! The crowd does offer an enthusiastic cheer for the motorcycle that takes the cake, attention from the onlookers shifting more specificially toward Isaiah and their bikk.e
The fireworks explode in a brilliant burst of red and gold, reflecting off the chrome of the cars and bikes lined up. Ash cant help but smile, feeling the excitement pulse through them. They move their hands like a conductor guiding an orchestra, each firework responding in kind - blue stars, green chrysanthemums, and shimmering silver palms bloom in the night sky, illuminating the cars below, no doubt coming from some hidden firework equipment.
The old-fashioned diner, with its neon sign glowing "Rosie's Diner," is the perfect backdrop. The lights from the fireworks cast colorful shadows on the concrete and grass, adding a surreal glow to the scene. Each burst of light seems to dance to a rhythm only they can hear, with silence in the fireworks, timed perfectly with the music that sounds softly from the diners jukebox.
As the finale approaches, @ash focuses all their energy on one final, breathtaking display. A series of rockets shoot up simultaneously, exploding in a massive, multi-colored sphere that hovers for a moment, as if suspended in time, before cascading down in a shimmering waterfall of sparks.
The fireworks explode in a brilliant burst of red and gold, reflecting off the chrome of the cars and bikes lined up. Ash cant help but smile, feeling the excitement pulse through them. They move their hands like a conductor guiding an orchestra, each firework responding in kind - blue stars, green chrysanthemums, and shimmering silver palms bloom in the night sky, illuminating the cars below, no doubt coming from some hidden firework equipment.
The old-fashioned diner, with its neon sign glowing "Rosie's Diner," is the perfect backdrop. The lights from the fireworks cast colorful shadows on the concrete and grass, adding a surreal glow to the scene. Each burst of light seems to dance to a rhythm only they can hear, with silence in the fireworks, timed perfectly with the music that sounds softly from the diners jukebox.
As the finale approaches, Ash focuses all their energy on one final, breathtaking display. A series of rockets shoot up simultaneously, exploding in a massive, multi-colored sphere that hovers for a moment, as if suspended in time, before cascading down in a shimmering waterfall of sparks.
The night air buzzes with the hum of engines and the chatter of car enthusiasts gathered in front of the retro diner. Neon lights flicker against the chrome of polished hoods, while the scent of grilled burgers, barbeque and fries lingers in the air. Ash holds onto their spot on the pole, their gaze sweeping over the crowd of leather jackets, vintage cars, and eager faces. Tonight isnt just about the cars - its about making the night unforgettable. As Ash raises their hand, they take a deep breath, feeling the familiar tingle of anticipation in their fingertips. With a subtle flick of their wrist, the first firework shoots into the sky above the diner, a trail of sparks following its ascent.
The fireworks explode in a brilliant burst of red and gold, reflecting off the chrome of the cars and bikes lined up. Ash cant help but smile, feeling the excitement pulse through them. They move their hands like a conductor guiding an orchestra, each firework responding in kind - blue stars, green chrysanthemums, and shimmering silver palms bloom in the night sky, illuminating the cars below, no doubt coming from some hidden firework equipment.
The old-fashioned diner, with its neon sign glowing "Rosie's Diner," is the perfect backdrop. The lights from the fireworks cast colorful shadows on the concrete and grass, adding a surreal glow to the scene. Each burst of light seems to dance to a rhythm only they can hear, with silence in the fireworks, timed perfectly with the music that sounds softly from the diners jukebox.
As the finale approaches, @ash focuses all their energy on one final, breathtaking display. A series of rockets shoot up simultaneously, exploding in a massive, multi-colored sphere that hovers for a moment, as if suspended in time, before cascading down in a shimmering waterfall of sparks.
Chara squints as the fireworks explode looking over at them in a fixation in her addled state of mind before giving a round of applause
Novel raises his bushy eyebrows in surprise - and then, raises his hands in energetic applause, perhaps, in spite of himself. "Good shit!" He calls out over the noise.
With a small gesture, a hand raise to the those she knows in the crowd, Tabitha heads out down the road toward the town hall. The unexpected fireworks has her hitching up her shoulders a little, and then... she manages a laugh. She laughs at herself, cheeks flushing pink. She pauses to watch the display, the lights dancing in her haunted blue eyes, and then she continues on.
Chelsea claps and whistles at the spectacular fireworks display.
An invisible spirit bows deeply to all gathered.
Chara rubs her eyes giving a sigh "I need to.. sleep. I didn't think a few puffs would hit me like that near the end. Thank you for hosting this. It was fun." she says over to Ash
Ash bows deeply, saying, "Thank you, everyone, for coming to Rosie's Diner's very first Autoesday Car Show! We'll be back for the first Tuesday of every month, so please, if you enjoyed it, come again next month! We cannot officially condone any races, again, but this *would* be an event for others to arrange a race for, no?"
Ash smiles warmly at Chara. "Thank you for coming! I hope you'll be around next month, too! And, of course, for the Halloween party!"
Ash says "Alright, unless you're getting ready to race, why not go inside and have a last bite of delicious cuisine?"
The climax of the evening arrived with the announcement of the competition's winner—Isaiah's Harley, affectionately named Cooper, clinching the title amidst a backdrop of explosive fireworks that painted the night sky with vibrant hues of red, gold, and blue. Ash, with a flair for the dramatic and a broad smile, orchestrated the fireworks, transforming the car show into a spectacle that captivated all who attended. Amidst applause and shared excitement, the sense of community was palpable, with people like Chara expressing gratitude for the gathering and looking forward to future events. As the fireworks display reached its breathtaking conclusion, Ash warmly invited everyone to partake in Rosie's culinary offerings, gently wrapping up an evening that was about far more than just cars—it was a celebration of togetherness, nostalgia, and the joy of communal gatherings, promising more such nights to come.
(Ash's Autoesday Car Show!)
[Tue Sep 3 2024]
In Rosie's Diner
Filled with nostalgia, this diner is a step into the past - to a time of swing and jive, and one would claim, simpler times. The walls are cream toned, letting the pink and turquoise neon striping along the ceiling give the space more vibrant coloring. Pieces of kitsch and memorabilia are posted here and there, providing character and retro style.
Behind the counter, cooks work the main line, allowing customers to watch as their meals are prepped. A soda fountain and a glass domed freezer is set away from the heat, where the soda jerk creates speciality floats, sundaes, malts and shakes.
Meanwhile, waitresses on roller skates gracefully take orders, their uniforms chock full of bling.
It is night, about 71F(21C) degrees, There is a waxing crescent moon.
Chelsea nods to Justin , "I can show you where they are if you want, but no pressure."
Brian waves at Ritsuka. "Have a good night!"
Juniper leans into the small hug around the waist given her by Ash and wrinkles her nose in a momentary reciprocal gesture of greeting. "Sorry we're late," she offers peaceably before she too follows Elias to this ungodly pink sofa. Nearing Isaiah, she passes him a slightly lingering look, her visage at least looking like herself tonight if not a little bit spicy. "Hi Tom, good to see you!" she enthuses in turn.
"Oh, I appreciate it," Justin hesitates to Chelsea. "But I've got a lot of looking around to do." He's then back out into the night.
Ash smirks at Elias, saying, "Yeah, this'll be every month! And I'll start adding a costume contest, too - but it'll start next next month, I think. I forgot that Halloween is coming up - 'Wear It Wednesdays', I think I called it." Spinning around to nod to Chara, they say, "The day *before* Halloween."
Ash claps. "Alright, can everyone come outside? It's time to vote!"
"Well JR, I only know like half of these people. So it seems it is a success." Elias notes to Isaiah, "You better give Ash all the snuggles tonight for a good job."
Tom lifts his attention from his phone, where it has momentarily slipped. Spotting Elias and Juniper and offering the pair of them a brief yet warm smile, before returning to a baseline demeanour of social anxiety and overwhelm.
Ash claps. "Alright, can everyone come outside? It's time to vote!"
Chelsea notices Novel walk in, flashing him a smile and wave.
Chara says "See ya later."
Ash blinks, asking, "Did something happen?"
Chara says to Ash "Just.. whats been going on recently mainly. Cant get a break."
Ash tilts their head at Chara, not understanding, but decides that they probably shouldn't get into it at this moment.
"Oh wait. We are voting on people's cars?" Elias asks Ash, slipping his arm around Juniper's waist as he looks around at the collection of motorcycles before asking, "Am I the only one that drives a car?"
Ash says "Competitors, it would help if you stood next to or on your ride, so we know whose is whose!"
Ash nods Elias. "Cars, vans, bikes, scooters, horses - all rides are welcome!"
"Well, I will opt out of the contest and just be a voter. I didn't wash my car so it is a little awkward. I didn't even know I was going to be taking part in a contest." Elias says rubbing the back of his neck a bit awkwardly, "So I wouldn't feel right if I won." He looks over to Juniper, "So, what vehicle do you think is best?"
Ash chuckles to Elias, saying, "You're not automatically entered, so if you don't want to compete, you're fine!"
Chara looks over to the Harely Isaiah is at "My vote is for the Harley." she says as she reaches into her messenger bag and pulls out a weed pen, taking a few puffs.
Juniper tilts her head, giving Elias a knowing look with a small curve to her lips. "Hmmm, it's quite the difficult question isn't it?" she teases, naturally. Scanning those lined up for the eyes of amateur and maybe professional eyes alike she finally has to concede, "But yours is the one that has taken care of my backside enough times that I could never vote over her. Unless mine was here, of course."
Tom stands with his arms folded, watching from the sidelines at some distance
Chuckling, Elias suggests to Juniper, "Well, I didn't enter my car, so we are just picking out those here. Besides my car. She has all the special features, my coffee never gets cold in that beast." He shifts his gaze to Tom, asking, "What about you Tom?"
"I could get behind that gunmetal bike," Isaiah says at first, glancing at it and squinting his eyes. "What is that, a Busa?" he wonders, then shifts towards Chara's ride. "The Scout is nice, but so far nothing fancy's been done to it- you should decorate that hoe, Chara! Get with the program," he says, bullying the woman playfully, then clicking his tongue against his teeth. "Voltaire is out, since you withdrew... I guess I'll toss my vote in for the Indian Scout, though Dean's is better," he claims, smirking with the light glint of too-sharp teeth between his lips.
Chara chuckles giving a nod to Isaiah as she puts her pen away "I have been planning on it. Just got it yesterday and been busy all over the place today."
"Hm?" Tom sounds surprised or at least ill prepared for being asked a question, he raises a brow to Elias and seems to belatedly realise the question. Glancing around at the various bikes, a small furrow on his brows. "Um.." He points at the Indian Scout and at the same time states, "I don't know. I'd vote for the Harley."
This SR would like to provide some Ambiance, and would like to know if the group at large would be okay with that.
Chara does not have a issue with the SR
Juniper holds back a little laugh for Tom but gives him an encouraging enough smile that is lazy and lopsided. "Worth a shot," she tells him with a small wink.
"Well, I am afraid I will have to get a good Harley on most occasions. So I am going to throw my vote towards that too." Elias says to Juniper, tucking a hand into his blazer pocket as he looks around out front of the establishment, letting his gaze touch upon each of the bikes being displayed.
Less a carshow, and more a Bike show - the gathered people here in the later hours of the evening within the small township of Haven have begun to attract a little bit of an audience. Some locals from the college campus straggle through with curious interest in the various bikes and art-pieces on display, while other more vague faces pass through the crowd, no doubt visitors down from Boston, or people travelling through who'd caught wind of some sense of attraction to pass the time. Slowly but surely, the late-night crowd outside of Rosie's Diner begins to fill out.
Ash asks loudly, over the growing audience, "Whose lovely black-and-gunmetal bike is this, and is it competing?"
Isaiah grins proudly and pats his Harley, proud of his little (massive) bike and caressing a hand over her seat. He waits for the final results to come in, but rather than fling a leg over the motorcycle to rev the engine or take off down the road, he approaches Ash and stands behind them, coiling his arms around their waist and hugging them from behind. The contact isn't obtrusive enough to stop what they are doing, unless they allow it to be. Otherwise it's a fairly chaste hug meant to grab the redhead a little bit of closeness and touch.
"Sorry, I ain't competing, but thanks for the compliment," Wren says, composing herself with a slight nod.
Ash nods to Wren with a grin. "Maybe next month, now that you know it's popular!"
At the mention of competition, some of the gathering crowd begins to murmur with a little more agitation and excitement. Ever the opportunist, some member of the crowd can be heard hawking a little bit of bets at the potential for racing? Thought there seems to be some confusion, as to whether this will be a thing or if the competition is merely for the voting is nicest or sexiest bike. Still, money is changing hands.
Ash grins at the crowd, no doubt their cheerfulness boosted by the warm arms around them, as they ask Juniper, "Since Elias' care isn't competing, you can vote, no? What about you, Wren? Did I miss your vote, or are you abstaining?"
Juniper purses her lips before making a 'tsch' sound with her tongue as she looks over the bikes on display, giving Isaiah an impish little grin. "I don't know..." she humms in lament.
"wait... If I entered my car, June wouldn't be able to vote? What kind of biased crap is that?" Elias states to Ash, but it is clear the dark haired man isn't actually upset with the androgyne, instead just amused by the prospect.
Ash chuckles, saying, "She said that she can't choose *over* your car - but if your ride isn't in the running, then she can choose whoever she wants, right?" They grin, countering with good humor.
"I did kind of already give myself away," Juniper retorts to Elias pragmatically with a palm up gestured shrug.
A little slender-looking fellow with a non-descript haircut is milling around the crowd, people occasionally slipping the man bills of various denominations.
Ash explains loudly to the crowd, "Rosie's Diner cannot condone any street races, sadly. Any races are unofficial and will happen right after we announce a winner. I do believe HSD may have taken the night off, but that's just a random observation. Enjoy yourselves, and feel free to eat some of the free samples in the Diner, if not some of our delicious burgers. Or try the new Southern Style banana shake, it's half off!"
Ash is now not responsible for any drag races that commence for the entertainment of anyone making bets.
Tom grows distracted by his phone, looking down at it and offering a small furrow of his brows and then an absentminded smile before sending off another text. He slips his phone away, looking around at the crowd and then focusing up at Ash again.
Chara raises a Rosies branded cup in the air as Ash mentions the shake
"That's four for Cooper!" Isaiah tells Ash, pointing at Juniper enthusiastically.
The advertisement of snacks and half-off shakes sees some of those hangers-about moving toward the resturant, while others mill about in hopes of being able to see a race or two after all, perhaps. Some locals banter in localized Spanish, while the final votes come in.
Juniper nods to Isaiah, consenting essentially without much fanfare and a small wink to the redhead.
"Hey! You guys gonna burn some rubber or what, ese?" A voice calls out from amongst the crowd, without really standing out. "We wanna see some action!"
Ash grins to the crowd, then stands up - albeit not too fast for Isaiah not to be able to accommodate this.
Ash shouts to the crowd, "Time's almost up! Last votes, last bets!"
"Should I get into a thong and get a checkered flag?" Elias muses to those gathered.
Ash makes their hand into a megaphone, shouting to the crowd while typing on their phone, not even looking down at it. "Alright, I wanna hear a countdown, people! Gimme a 5!"
A chorus of voices comes out of the crowd, "Five!"
Ash holds out an invisible mic to the audience, then brings it back to announce, "Theeen, gimme a 4!"
And with the MC in play, the crowd begins to buy into it, in hopes of some kind of climax! "Four!" Another pause and a beat of the heart, "Three!-"
Ash turns away from the crowd, climbing up the nearby pole and flipping up their phone for a big selfie. "Aaaaand, gimme a two, people!"
The crowd is really getting into it, now. "Two!" The various voices continue to blend into a raccaous kind of excitement. "One!" And the moment of truth will come, the crowd sensing it and beginning to quiet down, a hush falling over them in sudden anticipation.
Novel drifts over towards a brushed steel refrigerator, to lean against it and watch the race.
Novel... used the wrong string.
Novel has a battered and tall honda sportsbike in yellow-orange. He did not drive a fridge here. As funny as that would have been.
thinks that would've been a cool ride.
Tabitha rakes her teeth across her bottom lip as she watches everyone get ready to ride, and there is a sudden anxiousness in her. She shifts from foot to foot in those spiky heels.
Novel offers a smile as Chelsea comes over, raising an arm in clear offering of a hug, his own form and smile brimming with excitement for the race.
Chelsea walks over to Novel , arms outstretched as she embraces him in a hug.
The night air buzzes with the hum of engines and the chatter of car enthusiasts gathered in front of the retro diner. Neon lights flicker against the chrome of polished hoods, while the scent of grilled burgers, barbeque and fries lingers in the air. Ash holds onto their spot on the pole, their gaze sweeping over the crowd of leather jackets, vintage cars, and eager faces. Tonight isnt just about the carsits about making the night unforgettable. As Ash raises their hand, they take a deep breath, feeling the familiar tingle of anticipation in their fingertips. With a subtle flick of their wrist, the first firework shoots into the sky above the diner, a trail of sparks following its ascent.
The sound of engines idling in high state fills the air. The smell of exhaust and high-octane fuel blends with the aromas of food from the diner and the sheer anticipation of any number of things. Money to be won, and lost. The rush of the race, the thrill of the speed. The Schadenfruede of watching someone wreck into a bloody mess of a fireball ... all of it hangs on the air, not qwuite yet realized, waiting to coalece into reality.
Ash says "Our winner is... Jayarr and his Harley, Cooper! Congratulations!"
Chara looks around her eyes visibly agitated "Oh.. are we racing now? I thought that was the countdown to the end of voting."
Ash explains in a lowered voice to Chara, "It's not part of the event, no. But if people start racing, who am I to stop them?"
Ash announces admist the surprise fireworks, "Our winner is... Jayarr (JR) and his Harley, Cooper! Congratulations!"
Chara gives some applause to Isaiah "Congrats! It is a very nice bike. Have me second guessing a Indian.."
Without a sudden burst of engines and speed, there's a measure of disappointment but this wasn't a meet after all! The crowd does offer an enthusiastic cheer for the motorcycle that takes the cake, attention from the onlookers shifting more specificially toward someone and their bikk.e
Without a sudden burst of engines and speed, there's a measure of disappointment but this wasn't a meet after all! The crowd does offer an enthusiastic cheer for the motorcycle that takes the cake, attention from the onlookers shifting more specificially toward Isaiah and their bikk.e
The fireworks explode in a brilliant burst of red and gold, reflecting off the chrome of the cars and bikes lined up. Ash cant help but smile, feeling the excitement pulse through them. They move their hands like a conductor guiding an orchestra, each firework responding in kind - blue stars, green chrysanthemums, and shimmering silver palms bloom in the night sky, illuminating the cars below, no doubt coming from some hidden firework equipment.
The old-fashioned diner, with its neon sign glowing "Rosie's Diner," is the perfect backdrop. The lights from the fireworks cast colorful shadows on the concrete and grass, adding a surreal glow to the scene. Each burst of light seems to dance to a rhythm only they can hear, with silence in the fireworks, timed perfectly with the music that sounds softly from the diners jukebox.
As the finale approaches, @ash focuses all their energy on one final, breathtaking display. A series of rockets shoot up simultaneously, exploding in a massive, multi-colored sphere that hovers for a moment, as if suspended in time, before cascading down in a shimmering waterfall of sparks.
The fireworks explode in a brilliant burst of red and gold, reflecting off the chrome of the cars and bikes lined up. Ash cant help but smile, feeling the excitement pulse through them. They move their hands like a conductor guiding an orchestra, each firework responding in kind - blue stars, green chrysanthemums, and shimmering silver palms bloom in the night sky, illuminating the cars below, no doubt coming from some hidden firework equipment.
The old-fashioned diner, with its neon sign glowing "Rosie's Diner," is the perfect backdrop. The lights from the fireworks cast colorful shadows on the concrete and grass, adding a surreal glow to the scene. Each burst of light seems to dance to a rhythm only they can hear, with silence in the fireworks, timed perfectly with the music that sounds softly from the diners jukebox.
As the finale approaches, Ash focuses all their energy on one final, breathtaking display. A series of rockets shoot up simultaneously, exploding in a massive, multi-colored sphere that hovers for a moment, as if suspended in time, before cascading down in a shimmering waterfall of sparks.
The night air buzzes with the hum of engines and the chatter of car enthusiasts gathered in front of the retro diner. Neon lights flicker against the chrome of polished hoods, while the scent of grilled burgers, barbeque and fries lingers in the air. Ash holds onto their spot on the pole, their gaze sweeping over the crowd of leather jackets, vintage cars, and eager faces. Tonight isnt just about the cars - its about making the night unforgettable. As Ash raises their hand, they take a deep breath, feeling the familiar tingle of anticipation in their fingertips. With a subtle flick of their wrist, the first firework shoots into the sky above the diner, a trail of sparks following its ascent.
The fireworks explode in a brilliant burst of red and gold, reflecting off the chrome of the cars and bikes lined up. Ash cant help but smile, feeling the excitement pulse through them. They move their hands like a conductor guiding an orchestra, each firework responding in kind - blue stars, green chrysanthemums, and shimmering silver palms bloom in the night sky, illuminating the cars below, no doubt coming from some hidden firework equipment.
The old-fashioned diner, with its neon sign glowing "Rosie's Diner," is the perfect backdrop. The lights from the fireworks cast colorful shadows on the concrete and grass, adding a surreal glow to the scene. Each burst of light seems to dance to a rhythm only they can hear, with silence in the fireworks, timed perfectly with the music that sounds softly from the diners jukebox.
As the finale approaches, @ash focuses all their energy on one final, breathtaking display. A series of rockets shoot up simultaneously, exploding in a massive, multi-colored sphere that hovers for a moment, as if suspended in time, before cascading down in a shimmering waterfall of sparks.
Chara squints as the fireworks explode looking over at them in a fixation in her addled state of mind before giving a round of applause
Novel raises his bushy eyebrows in surprise - and then, raises his hands in energetic applause, perhaps, in spite of himself. "Good shit!" He calls out over the noise.
With a small gesture, a hand raise to the those she knows in the crowd, Tabitha heads out down the road toward the town hall. The unexpected fireworks has her hitching up her shoulders a little, and then... she manages a laugh. She laughs at herself, cheeks flushing pink. She pauses to watch the display, the lights dancing in her haunted blue eyes, and then she continues on.
Chelsea claps and whistles at the spectacular fireworks display.
An invisible spirit bows deeply to all gathered.
Chara rubs her eyes giving a sigh "I need to.. sleep. I didn't think a few puffs would hit me like that near the end. Thank you for hosting this. It was fun." she says over to Ash
Ash bows deeply, saying, "Thank you, everyone, for coming to Rosie's Diner's very first Autoesday Car Show! We'll be back for the first Tuesday of every month, so please, if you enjoyed it, come again next month! We cannot officially condone any races, again, but this *would* be an event for others to arrange a race for, no?"
Ash smiles warmly at Chara. "Thank you for coming! I hope you'll be around next month, too! And, of course, for the Halloween party!"
Ash says "Alright, unless you're getting ready to race, why not go inside and have a last bite of delicious cuisine?"